Chapter 85

Drake General Chamber of Commerce, Herbert Walker street, Southampton.

Once upon a time, the kitchen was the domain of little Pierce. With the careful teaching of grandma Rowling, he enjoyed supreme authority in this place. Even if he ordered Lorraine to set the plate, Lorraine had to obey.

However, with a big war in the Cantabrian sea three days ago, everything changed.

His position was replaced, his position was deprived, and the culprit of all this is now standing in front of him

Wang Ye, a French wanted criminal from the Eastern Qing Dynasty!

Little pierce looked at Wang Ye angrily.

The man was standing in his kitchen with a playful face, wearing a fitted button down shirt and plaid trousers, cotton boots with white background and black face, a knotted cloth apron around his waist, a cook's hat and a black scarf around his neck.

Pierce chose this dress, which was roughly the same as what he wore, but pierce wore thick slippers and a white scarf around his neck.

Momentum! You can't relax for a moment!

Little Lord pierce cleared his throat: "record!"

Wang also quickly took out a small book and pen from his apron pocket.

"No matter how you convince me to take my place, you have done it. From now on, I will officially transfer the status of the kitchen of the General Chamber of Commerce and the flagship chef to you."

"Now we have the last handover, about land breakfast!"

Pierce took a deep breath and saw that Wang also put away his smiling expression, which made him feel satisfied.

"You should remember that brother is an Englishman, and we are the English Chamber of Commerce. For England, breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, evening tea, and occasionally supper. Among the six dinners, breakfast is the most formal."

"Breakfast is like a king, lunch is like a noble, dinner is like a beggar... Don't laugh! English people value breakfast as much as you people in Qing Dynasty..."

"Elders and children are superior and inferior." Wang also whispered, "we attach great importance to elders and children. Small things with big hair will be beaten, Mr. chef."

"I know you attach importance to Zhang you Zunbei, but I can't remember it for the moment!" pierce didn't know he was in Wang Ye's way, but was embarrassed. "Also, don't speak those strange languages in front of me, I understand!"

"Yes, sir. You are holy, sir."

Pierce was angry and continued: "brother is the most orthodox English aristocrat and pays more attention to breakfast than civilians. Breakfast is noble, especially the land breakfast of sailors. It must be as rigid, rigorous and not sloppy as English gentlemen."

"Yes, sir. You are holy, sir."

"Don't perfunctory me!"

"Yes, sir. You are holy, sir."

"Ah!"

English morning tea is a treasure given to all mankind by English gentlemen, which every Englishman believes in.

The orthodox English breakfast is rich and strict. The main ingredients include tomatoes, sausages, eggs, bacon, baked beans, mushrooms, potato chips and black pudding.

In addition, there are auxiliary materials, staple food, morning tea and fruit.

The perfect English breakfast is very important to the distinguished gentlemen in England. It is a symbol of identity and taste, so pierce talks a lot, and Wang remembers to do his best.

"Tomatoes should be cut in half, buttered and roasted in the oven. Sausages should also be roasted. There are chicken, beef and pork. You can change patterns, but Ms. Haina yesla doesn't eat pork. It should be thickened here."

Wang was also stunned: "Ms. yesla doesn't eat dirty meat?"

"What filthy meat? Please respect your personal beliefs!"

"Oh, oh!"

"Eggs, the treatment of eggs is the key to breakfast. Brother, sister Haina, Noah and I are scrambled egg pie. The dry and exquisite scrambled eggs need to be sprinkled with raw onion and black pepper. Karen and Carmen are fried egg pie, fried on one side, and the egg yolk must be kept flowing. The shameful French doesn't care about anything. Even if you forget to put the eggs, he can't see it."

"The shameful French is..."

"Chief of artillery, acharin Desai."

Wang Yeshua crossed out [acharin] on the book and replaced it with two Chinese characters, [loser].

"Bacon has no problem. It's fried on both sides. The heat is better. Sister Haina carries it out alone and can't appear on her plate. Mushrooms are roasted, potato chips are fried, and I'll copy the recipe of baked beans. Remember to collect the juice carefully. You can't leave soup or scorch..."

Half tone Chinese and Western chefs could not help asking, "can I make silk drawing?"

"Wire drawing?"

"Boil some syrup, and then..."

Pierce blushed with anger: "ketchup is the soul of baked beans! Do you understand? Without the natural sour and sweet smell of tomatoes, even God will not forgive you!"

"Er..."

Wang also wanted to say that he was not under the jurisdiction of God. Later, he thought about it and let it go.

He sighed, "baked beans with ketchup, understand."

"Black pudding... Brother wants one or no, sister Haina doesn't, Karen and I have one, Noah and Carmen two, fried thoroughly and scorched."

"Black pudding... Bloody intestines?"

"In the future, it will only be called black pudding, not blood sausage!" pierce glared at Wang. "The fruit is fresh fruit in season. The auxiliary materials are mainly milk oatmeal, and occasionally it can be replaced with yogurt oatmeal. The staple food is toast, Kesong, Danish roll and fried bread. You can change patterns, but if it is toast, you have to fry it on both sides."

"Double fried toast..."

"One side!" Pierce said more righteously. "Finally, tea, a gentleman's good companion, told you the matching method of afternoon tea and evening tea on the ship two days ago. Now it's morning tea."

He clattered through grandma Rowling's recipe and read it word by word: "Assam as the bottom, four teaspoons, Darjeeling and Ceylon add mellow, one teaspoon each, a quarter teaspoon of Kenya, increase the intensity, never more, more will become Irish tea."

He snapped the recipe, his face full of seriousness: "did you write it down?"

Wang also shriveled his mouth: "write it down..."

"The last is white ears. It eats fresh fish and has to be sliced into small strips to prevent it from choking. The amount of each meal is only 0.7 kg, which is not enough for it to eat, but it is losing weight."

"I have to cook for the cat?"

Pierce nodded naturally.

"Remember, breakfast is an honor in England. You can make changes according to your preferences at lunch and dinner, whether it's flashy French food or strange Oriental food with wood chips. But breakfast must be strict. When there are guests, there must be no mistakes. This is the bounden duty of the chef."

"Yes, sir. You are holy, sir."

"The kitchen is yours from now on. I'll never come again! Hum!"

Pierce strode away with grandma Rowling's recipe. Wang also waved out with a shy eyebrow. He was seeing Karen leaning against the door, holding his arm and smiling.

"Little pierce attaches great importance to the work of the kitchen, because as an intern on the ship, this is his only main job."

Wang also smiled bitterly: "do you want to say that I robbed him of his job?"

"No." Karen straightened up and patted his clothes. "He gave you his most cherished kitchen, indicating that he was trying to accept you. This strange small group is not so easy to accept people. If you don't want to be a simple employee like acharin, you'd better learn to accept his kindness."

"Long winded... Actually good intentions?" Wang also thought for a while, took out his book and wrote a few more, and said, "when this troublesome breakfast is finished, I will try to talk to him like a man and sincerely ask him to borrow the recipe."

"The East is full of smart people," Karen smiled.